But where shall I begin in this case?
A dreadful thing has happened.

If he has broken the bones of such a man as Croton, beyond a doubt the soul of Vinicius is puling above that cursed house now, awaiting his burial.

By Castor! but he is a patrician, a friend of Caesar, a relative of Petronius, a man known in all Rome, a military tribune.

His death cannot pass without punishment.

Suppose I were to go to the pretorian camp, or the guards of the city, for instance ?" Here he stopped and began to think, but said after a while,--"Woe is me! Who took him to that house if not I?
His freedmen and his slaves know that I came to his house, and some of them know with what object.